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I will miss you, my friend

Lately it seems a tale similar to Cinderella has come true, and it could not have happened to a nicer person. My good friend and valiant coworker recently reconnected with the father she has never known. There were tears, late nights, and hours of phone calls before their initial meeting.

I admit I was hesitant when she told me just how amazing things were between them. A typical father does not set his child up for life with a business and new car after knowing them for a few weeks. I’ve known my father my whole life and I get a text on my birthday.

Though hesitant, I want to believe in fairy tales. I want to believe that everything that has been said and done comes from a good place, a genuine place. And not the dark side of a mixed up universe known as Charity Land.

Soon she will be leaving us, moving closer to dear old dad and far away from me. While I’m sad I know there are only good things ahead for both of us.

Anyway, my dear dear friend asked me to write a poem for her father as part of a beautiful hand made Christmas present. If she does not mind (I hope not!) I would like to post both versions here on this online forum. The rhyming and non rhyming, one of which I could not believe she liked as much as she did.